These Things Called Doors
This might be a bit odd, but after having spent the past several years living with my parents, my brother, my grandmother and occasionally my grandfather,…
My 2014 Hit List
I like sleeping. A lot. Hence the reason I want to murder people who wake me up earlier than I intend to wake up. For the…
A Revelation in Ikea
I’m ogling bedspreads at Ikea when it finally hits me: I’m staying. Staying here. In the US. In Philadelphia. Not moving back to London. It’s like…
Is 26 Old Enough to Buy Your Own Socks?
I have issues with tissues. And socks. And tampons for that matter. As in I never remember to buy them—any of them— and whenever I find…
You Know You Live With Your Parents When…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
Kat Echevarría Richter 